On Tuesday, I got a call from a real estate agent asking me if I wanted to come and view one of the rentals on Wednesday. I was fortunate enough to line up a couple more inspections, so I went on an impromptu road trip.
Stayed at an amazing place overnight, and apparently you can rent there, so I put in an application. I seriously hope I get it. I will be overjoyed if I do. I will name my... fourth born (pending approval from the other half) after that place if I do. If not, there's also a three bedroom apartment that has the feeling of grandma's house to it, which is also pretty cool.
Everything's right on the beach. Talked to a guy with a metal detector and he showed me all the sinkers he found, and a pretty wicked ring.
Ducked into my new work place and said hi to everyone, then dumped about four boxes of books in my office and left my new manager, who was in a meeting, a note with a drawing to say that I'd been in. I start on the 21st. Hopefully I remember everyone's name. ...Hopefully I remember some people's names.
.........hopefully I remember the receptionist's name. I think it's Melanie. Maybe I can get away with calling her 'Mel' just in case it's a similar variant. I am a bad person.
In between it all, I got some writing done. Started the impossible task of tackling Vert Glace Chapter 3. Something about driving though vast, hilly country that was very inspiring for writing about Goats Island.
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